Choose,Your Wife Or Your Childhood Sweetheart

“I remembered the day Liam Hayes proposed, his eyes full of sincerity, promising to love me more than life itself. Three years later, that world collapsed around me in a damp, abandoned warehouse. "Choose, Liam. Your wife or your childhood sweetheart," the man with the gun said, his voice flat and bored. Liam stood, caught between me, tied to a chair, and a weeping Olivia White. I watched silently as he untied Olivia, his whispered "I'm sorry" a physical blow. He walked her out, his back to me, leaving me bound. Just as tears broke through my carefully maintained calm, the kidnapper cut my ropes, telling me he wasn't a murderer, just a man who believed in consequences. He looked me in the eye. "For what it's worth, he's an idiot." My heart was a hollow, aching void. I had survived, but what was left? My husband had walked away, choosing another. Then, the police swarmed in, and Liam was there, rushing back, pulling me into a suffocating embrace. He said he was sorry, that he was here. But I felt nothing. I woke in a hospital, Olivia by my side, Liam fussing over her. He even blamed me for being out late. The final blow came when I found out Olivia was pregnant with his child, after years of my own struggles with infertility, and his mother shrieked that I was "barren." The injustice was a cold, hard knot in my stomach. How could love turn into this betrayal? Why was I, his wife, continually abandoned for a shadow from his past? Was this all a twisted joke? Then, the ultimate cosmic joke: I discovered I was pregnant with Liam's child. I confronted him, giving him a final, brutal choice: "My baby, or her baby. You can only have one." He chose her. I walked away, no longer needing anything from him, ready to build a life free from his choices and his chaos.”